Sun of Jean

Ay, we just supported Nas
Whose world is this? Bruv, of course its ours
Saying I aint been the same since I caught the scars
They dont fade, I aint ashamed
Watch us fall from Mars
Cos its the fallen parts and all the dust settles
And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals
We let the love pour into our brain
Another day doing more to maintain
Saying finally those tears in my mothers eyes
Tears from the other side
Tears of joy, her little boys got his mothers pride
You dont know nothing bout the rain til you come inside
And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise
Cause aint no love inside
My heart
Except for my mother and my diehards
I stay firm
Little brother keeps my mind sharp
If I lost yours come and find ours
Ive got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away
I wasnt running from the beast, I was running from myself
Running out of street, she was worried bout my health
Wasnt worried it was beef
Wasnt worried it was girls
She was worried it was me and my mother couldnt tell
Something bigger than the world
For me and Ryan
Now he could see that Ive been crying
Tell a little lie and say theres something in my eye
And from the second he could see that Ive been lying
He would think I wasnt trying
Telling him, look honestly Im dying
To be the bigger man, the one thatyoure relying on
I keep it strong
So I tell another lie cause its the only way to keep me from denying
So I tell him brother listen
Listen, when the sun dont glisten
All the days turn grey and the love goes missing
Hate wont fade and the front row hissing
Youre the only one that keeps my heart wishing
Ive got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away
Call me the son of Jean
My little submarine
Me and my mother, there aint nothing that can come between
Call me the son of Jean
My little submarine
Me and my mother, there aint nothing that can come between
Cos Im the son of Jean
They make me want to drift away
But she said that it aint me without ADHD
88 keys I was turning 18
She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese
Always try to make peace like a plate of baked beans
That was me and my bean
That was me and my Jean
That was me and my Jean
He was a scribble of boy
All hair and mischief
A two-foot tale of trouble
The bees knees
A cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks
Completely fearless
I had to carry a first aid kit
My band-aid boy
I had my heart in my mouth wherever we went
Hed do backflips into the pool when he was tiny
And the lifeguards would get all stressed out
He was a proper Mowgli
He embraced everything
Took things apart to see what made them tick
Such busy fingers
He would empty sugar packets onto the tables at restaurants to draw pictures in
He used to draw on anything
Fantastical creatures with ferocious fangs
And now he draws with words and I find lyrics on my till receipts and bills
He was never still and barely slept so neither did I
I could never understand how he could watch TV upside down
While kicking a ball
His eyes shone with wonder
Music flowed through him like a current
Hed upend a stool to use as a microphone
Singing away for his grandparents
He turned the world upside down and were richer for it
He was and is a compete joy
The world is his
That scribble of a boy